Like Daisies,
I shift,
un-turned eye's caress,
My utero stance,
I am amazed at all of the way's
A man can die,
Like pigeon breathe in the morning,
Outward and un-biased,
Spewing chunks of waves hit my surrendered vision,
Fortune is a calling for sparrow's nests,
Like Fame is a smell of cheese,
Both require youth and effigies of a tender tune,
One is requite,
Both are reprimanded,
Serving and Being,
Are benign,
In all area's divine,
Like solitude breakfast,
In place's unknown,
My title for this poem should be,
About the daisies, but I forget,
Why the solace was so low?
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Like Daisies,
I shift,
un-turned eye's caress,
My utero stance,
I am amazed at all of the way's
A man can die,
Like pigeon breathe in the morning,
Outward and un-biased,
Spewing chunks of waves hit my surrendered vision,
Fortune is a calling for sparrow's nests,
Like Fame is a smell of cheese,
Both require youth and effigies of a tender tune,
One is requite,
Both are reprimanded,
Serving and Being,
Are benign,
In all area's divine,
Like solitude breakfast,
In place's unknown,
My title for this poem should be,
About the daisies, but I forget,
Why the solace was so low?